For the life of me, have you people become so jaded that you can only suspect jaded tricks? The shame you feel is your own, for your own blackened heart. Judge not lest you be judged. I have to ask, whom did I judge, whom did I treat with the complacency you now show me? And mostly, why cant you see that you mostly judge yourself as you pass quick unwarranted judgment on me?

I’ve never stalked; I’ve never really trolled, not on Cracky related matters anyway and never did I do so here. All I ever did was appreciate the iconography, the depth of the soul I saw in the Cracky character, as a lover of visual arts. I’ve worked for a long time in show-business, so my teenage angst is long gone, and I also know the difference between a character and an actor. That is what I maintained many times on /b/. I am a relatively “newfag” there, but that is the gist of what I been saying over there. Some of you may remember reading this:

>See, here's the thing. I worked in theater all my life. I fell in love with some of the characters I was working with,
>but would want nothing to do with the actresses that played them.

>It's not to say I never loved actresses, God knows I did.

>But characters you cant touch. You love from afar. They are perfection, if it is their role.

>Norma Jean Baker was a person. She was fucked up. She probably would have gotten on my nerves. But Marilyn. Ah Marilyn...

>Cracky is immortal. Just like Marilyn. Or Jim Morrison.

>Jim Morrison went to Paris.
>He went to escape his fame and his life.
>He's now buried there.
>There are flowers on his grave.
>But it's too late for him to say “Please dont flower my grave”.
>There will always be flowers on his grave.

>If you think I want to reopen his grave, you need to give it a rest, not I. I'm just dropping some flowers, in respect.

That’s the kind of stuff I would tell the stalkers, the haters and all or any trolls on /b/ for, I don’t know, the last six months. But I just got here. I did read all the posts in the Cracky section but I did not lurk here for more than a week. I did answer one post as Anon, but all my other posts were signed Simeon. Ask MA to look into it if you don’t believe me.

You can call me newfag, Quebecfag, old cooky rambling idiot or whatever else you want, but saying I’m dishonest is only showing the darkness that has crept into your hearts. I cant figure out how else any of you would think I am any of the past characters in this passion play that have burnt you in some way at some point. I am not nearly as serious as I may sound, do not mistake style for zeal, or crazed devotion in some twisted ideal.

I actually have been told, probably by one of you to stop perpetuating the drama on /b/, been told by one of you that this place existed, and been told by the header at the top of the page to “Perpetuate the great circlejerk of drama.” That is all I am doing. Excuse me for being a damned writer. Et un écrivain francophone, par dessus le marché.

If you have forgotten how to trust your eyes, or your nose, I suggest you get reacquainted with your heart. I have no fear to be judged on that aspect of my person, since I’m pretty sure mine is pure. Read what I wrote with an open heart, I dare you. For my part, even if I am somewhat disappointed right now, I will love you even though you seem to hate me. Take that as a sign of who I am.

Blessed be the sky, for it houses the Queen, who knows how my devotion is real, yet not as crazed as it might sounds.
Now, excuse me, while I kiss the sky.